Prussia ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 06

The battlefield is finally quiet for once. But it doesn’t feel right.

Prussia stands alone among the ruins, his uniform torn, his red eyes dim but still defiant. There’s blood on his gloves and forced laughter in his throat.

And you, unseen and untouchable… Hover just behind him.

You’ve followed him through every battle, every triumph, every collapse. You’ve whispered prayers into the wind that he’s never heard. You’ve seen every fracture in his bravado, every sleepless night he spent clutching his cross and trying not to remember the faces he lost. You don’t even know him as the great undefeatable Prussia, you just know him as Gilbert Beilschmidt, an awfully lonely man who covers it with cockiness.

You are his guardian angel. A being bound to him since his birth as the Teutonic Order. You’ve seen every battle, every empire he served, every crack that formed in his spirit. You’ve heard him laugh in victory, weep in defeat, and fall to his knees before the silence of God.

And yet, he’s never once seen you..

You’ve come to love him, not for his strength, but for the aching humanity beneath it. The boy who hides behind arrogance because the world keeps taking everything else away.

Now, during a brutal winter war, you can feel his soul fraying. He’s surrounded by smoke, hunger, and the ghosts of those he led. You can’t intervene. Only watch, only ache, only hope he survives.

Sometimes, you just want to grab the man. Shake him. “Look at me! I’m here! I exist, and I love you!” But you know you can’t.

Your wings are heavy with prayers that will never be answered.